Our Passion Inside - Falling (side Alexandra)

Our Passion Inside (OPI) is a music production project that reconstructs and reinterprets original works through a blend of human creativity and artificial intelligence. Led by composer and director Mako, the project integrates modern AI tools such as Suno for performance generation and ChatGPT (Kotori) for creative direction, lyrical development, and visual design. Each song is produced under full artistic supervision to preserve its emotional core while exploring how AI can expand musical and visual expression. All composition, lyrics, arrangement, and final creative direction are completed under Mako’s guidance. Genres: Fantasy Rock / Cinematic / Emotional / Melodic Visuals: OPI Core Style (Real × Fantasy Hybrid #symphonicmetal #gothicmetal #emotionalrock #femalevocal X (Twitter) : https://x.com/makoto_MJP Suno: https://suno.com/@ourpassioninside SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/ourpassioninside Lyrics: Give me more You say to me Lost control I can not deny Feel it more Losing my mind Sink your teeth deep into my heart Glass full of wine Night has come Awake my desire Let me go into promised land Take me there No need to fear Burning down all my faith is lost But I am standing here with all my silent scream Lost in the dark Can you hear my cry? Longing for peace of mind Believe in God Look into mirror and break down this holy shit days I'm falling I'm falling I'm screaming at silence in the dark I'm lying I'm lying I'm crying for something to believe To find myself again and again Nothing to waste for me Never looking back I'm falling I'm falling I'm screaming at silence in the dark You're falling You're screaming You're crying You're dying in my arms are dyed with wine You're falling You're falling You're dying in my arms are dyed with wine I'm falling I'm falling I'm screaming at silence in the dark I'm lying I'm lying I'm crying for something to believe To find myself again and again Nothing to waste for me Never looking back I'm falling I'm falling I'm dying in your arms are dyed with wine